Monday, April 06, 2009/8:42 PM
Send My Love To The Dance Floor Ill See You In Hell [Hey Mister DJ] - Cobra Starship
Namira Nasir shouldn't even be here now.
She should be eating her panadol and her medicine that needs to be chewed before swallowing.(ew)
She should be finishing up on her PI now.
She should do her Graphing Techniques Tutorial 1 and 2 and revise her functions.
She should be finding out what she doesn't know for Chemical Bonding.
She should be doing her Chemistry SPA essay about experiment planning to find percentange purity of anhydrous sodium carbonate.
SHE SHOULD BE MEMORISING HER SIXTY PERIBAHASA THAT CIKGU ASK HER CLASS TO MEMORISE FOR TOMORROW'S TEST.
but what is Namira Nasir doing?
she's updating her blog.
....
whatever. So today right, I went to THE SICK BAY. I was really feeling under the weather and I couldn't even walk during class and I kept sniffling and tearing up and all that. So I went to the General Office to ask whether I could make use of the Sick Bay facilities.
After filling up a green form, I walked across a cream and golden hall-way, feeling absurdly out of place in the clatter of the staff whizzing past me. Finally I reached the end of the hallway and I turned around to see the discreet sign in black and white plastered on the wooden door.
FEMALE SICK BAY.
a sign from heaven.
With a sigh, I pushed open the door just to see another girl settling herself in. With a coy smile, I apologised for just bursting like I owned the place and placed my bag gently down on the floor. As my temporary room-mate snuggled into her yellow printed blanket, I climbed up the next available bunk bed. Just so we could give each other a bit of privacy.
My bed faced the window. This was good so that when I opened my eyes, I would remember where I was and not at some abandoned motel or something. The room was quiet and still. I wanted to reach into my pocket to claim my phone so I could listen to some music while resting but I was too afraid to even move.
The bed was as sensitive as my sister. Each move I made, no matter how insignificant, sent a creak cracking into the still air. I didn't want to disturb my room mate. Let's call her Angie. (name improvised for discretion) Angie probably needed the rest more than I did, so I tried my best to be a good roomie. So I stood still, closing my eyes ever so often.
Eventually, I heard her gentle snoring. It wasn't the loud obnoxious snores you probably hear from your aunt, but more of the soft snoring of a lady. Just when I realised that I was 'alone' I sat up and examined my surroundings. It was like a clinic. Throw in a little MJC/dormitory hospitality, you've got my sick bay.
There was two bunk beds, a washing machine (I am not kidding), a sink, two combs (no mirror), a thermometer, about a hundred toilet rolls (again, not kidding), a first aid kid, a desk, two chairs, a fan, a poster about how to wash your hands (I am not making this up) and a little corner for blankets.
Content with my surroundings, I rested again. This time I was genuinely tired, so I drifted off to my afternoon siesta after plugging in my earphones. It was so nice in there. Through the gaps of the window, I could see some students filing out. But no one could see me. I was protected by the shroud of some ferns and trees adorned with flowers. my haven was a secret. a secret between me and Angie.
I felt like Boo Radley, the malovelent phantom.
At 3.35p.m, I snapped up. I couldn't possibly be late for Chemistry SPA. So with as much grace as possible (as if) I descended from my tower and packed my things. After putting on my shoes, I silently bid farewell to sleeping Angie and stepped out into the glowing clatter of Meridian Junior College.
I now proclaim the FEMALE SICK BAY to be the best place on the Meridian Junior College campus.
Rating: 5/5
Namira Nasir shouldn't even be here now.
She should be eating her panadol and her medicine that needs to be chewed before swallowing.(ew)
She should be finishing up on her PI now.
She should do her Graphing Techniques Tutorial 1 and 2 and revise her functions.
She should be finding out what she doesn't know for Chemical Bonding.
She should be doing her Chemistry SPA essay about experiment planning to find percentange purity of anhydrous sodium carbonate.
SHE SHOULD BE MEMORISING HER SIXTY PERIBAHASA THAT CIKGU ASK HER CLASS TO MEMORISE FOR TOMORROW'S TEST.
but what is Namira Nasir doing?
she's updating her blog.
....
whatever. So today right, I went to THE SICK BAY. I was really feeling under the weather and I couldn't even walk during class and I kept sniffling and tearing up and all that. So I went to the General Office to ask whether I could make use of the Sick Bay facilities.
After filling up a green form, I walked across a cream and golden hall-way, feeling absurdly out of place in the clatter of the staff whizzing past me. Finally I reached the end of the hallway and I turned around to see the discreet sign in black and white plastered on the wooden door.
FEMALE SICK BAY.
a sign from heaven.
With a sigh, I pushed open the door just to see another girl settling herself in. With a coy smile, I apologised for just bursting like I owned the place and placed my bag gently down on the floor. As my temporary room-mate snuggled into her yellow printed blanket, I climbed up the next available bunk bed. Just so we could give each other a bit of privacy.
My bed faced the window. This was good so that when I opened my eyes, I would remember where I was and not at some abandoned motel or something. The room was quiet and still. I wanted to reach into my pocket to claim my phone so I could listen to some music while resting but I was too afraid to even move.
The bed was as sensitive as my sister. Each move I made, no matter how insignificant, sent a creak cracking into the still air. I didn't want to disturb my room mate. Let's call her Angie. (name improvised for discretion) Angie probably needed the rest more than I did, so I tried my best to be a good roomie. So I stood still, closing my eyes ever so often.
Eventually, I heard her gentle snoring. It wasn't the loud obnoxious snores you probably hear from your aunt, but more of the soft snoring of a lady. Just when I realised that I was 'alone' I sat up and examined my surroundings. It was like a clinic. Throw in a little MJC/dormitory hospitality, you've got my sick bay.
There was two bunk beds, a washing machine (I am not kidding), a sink, two combs (no mirror), a thermometer, about a hundred toilet rolls (again, not kidding), a first aid kid, a desk, two chairs, a fan, a poster about how to wash your hands (I am not making this up) and a little corner for blankets.
Content with my surroundings, I rested again. This time I was genuinely tired, so I drifted off to my afternoon siesta after plugging in my earphones. It was so nice in there. Through the gaps of the window, I could see some students filing out. But no one could see me. I was protected by the shroud of some ferns and trees adorned with flowers. my haven was a secret. a secret between me and Angie.
I felt like Boo Radley, the malovelent phantom.
At 3.35p.m, I snapped up. I couldn't possibly be late for Chemistry SPA. So with as much grace as possible (as if) I descended from my tower and packed my things. After putting on my shoes, I silently bid farewell to sleeping Angie and stepped out into the glowing clatter of Meridian Junior College.
I now proclaim the FEMALE SICK BAY to be the best place on the Meridian Junior College campus.
Rating: 5/5
self-proclamation.
My life is not a fascination worth the scrutiny of those who watch over me. Yet, I live amongst thin air and sparkling personalities.
I am an avid fan of the KoreanPop scene. So bring me to the number thirteen.
read my lips.
they're watching.
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